Part 1:

I arrive at the door of your flat in the dead of night. It's chilly and the wind is whipping my hair all around my face. I pull my jacket tighter as I knock lightly on your door. You open the door before I even get a chance to prepare myself and pull me inside. You greet me and take my jacket as I look up at you with a smile. Your eyes are very kind, yet firm. I feel a ripple of excitement as I walk inside.

Your kitchen is lovely. Bottles of various shapes and sizes line the wall as well as little jars and utensil filled containers. It feels homey and at the same time strange. Taking a moment to glance around gives you long enough to sneak up behind me and wrap your arms around me. You kiss my neck and I am suddenly hot between my legs. Thoughts of what's to come filling my head.

All night I have been second-guessing myself...
Should I go over there?
What if he isn't the person he says he is at all?
What if he doesn't like me?
What if I don't like him?

You seem to sense my uneasiness and back away from me, chuckling a bit. This eases my fears slightly and I follow you into the kitchen. We sit down at a small wooden table.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" you ask in your delectable British accent, bringing a teapot to the table.

I accept and wait as you pour me a steaming cup.

"Cream? Sugar?" you say, looking up at me from pouring. I notice how green your eyes are and how close to me you are and I shiver.

"Yes, please." I clear my throat and watch you walk about your tidy little kitchen, gathering the cream and sugar. So at ease in your own space. I envy your independence but at the same time pity you. How lonely you must be. Day after day coming home with no one to greet you.

"Oh, thank you". I take a sip and close my eyes. The warmth of the tea calming me more than I expected it would. Opening my eyes, I see you staring at me and I gasp.

You laugh and say: "Sorry I startled you, Darling. But you are so pretty. I have waited for you to be here for what seems like ages."

"That's nice of you to say. I too have anticipated tonight." I sip my tea and ask boldly: "So what are your plans for me tonight? You know that I am leaving in the morning. You better make it worthwhile." I watch you glance around, pondering your answer.

"You will just have to wait and see little girl. I promise, you won't be disappointed."

Your words make me squirm in my seat. The heat between my legs making me uncomfortable. You notice, of course, and smile.

Part 2:

Your bedroom is surprisingly large and bare. The only furnishings in the room being a big comfy looking bed and a small desk, heaped with papers and a computer. There aren't any pictures hanging on the wall or anything and I turn back to you standing in the hallway